#you'll have to drag me there and i will embarrass you by wearing a dollar store hat

[battle-of-alberta]

that’s right alberta its one of the premiere events of the summer!! so come on down to whyte ave, did i mention the japanese souffle pancake franchise fuwa fuwa just opened?

[butler-on-beale-street]

Sharp Dressed Man | Austin Butler X Reader | Part 2

A/N & Warnings: Minors DNI. Get prepared, this fic is graphic and VERY smutty. More so than the first part. Semi-public sex, unprotected sex, Dom!Austin, fingering, rough sex, breeding-kink, sight deprivation (sex in the dark), oral m. receiving, female receiving, spanking, public embarrassment, skating the lines of indecent exposure.

“Austin, baby,” You sputtered between hot kisses. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” You were breathless from his touch, sweat prickling on your forehead from exertion. 

“Still worried about appearances, Y/n? You really think they care about us? I’m the only one that gets to worship you tonight. The rest can go the fuck themselves and go home.” It was an important night for Austin, but with the extra time the cocktail hour gave you, he could have cared less about any of the attendees. At least not at the moment. 

He always knew exactly what to say to get you to submit to him, and with him all over you, you would never say no. “If you’re going to ruin a ten thousand dollar dress, then you might as well make it a ten thousand dollar fuck.”

You still couldn’t see him, but you could feel his touch shifting to a tight grasp on your hips. “Don’t underestimate me, doll. Have I ever broken a promise to you?” 

In the dark, you felt a finger at your mouth, dragging down along the plumpness of your bottom lip. There was an extended silence in the room until he whispered just beyond the cuff of your ear. “Turn around, hands against the door. Don’t argue.” 

You swallowed with an almost-audible gulp and did as he said, turning around with your dress still hanging around your waist.  You heard him fiddling with his zipper when you realized the impracticality of the situation. “Austin, you have to take off my dress–I’m still wearing it.”

“No underwear? Not a problem. Don’t think I’ve fucked someone while wearing a dress before?” He grabbed at the length of the garment, pulling the wads of fabric up into his fist. “I only need my cock and one hand for you to submit to me completely.”

You waited for him, feeling the coolness of the AC drifting across your exposed ass and legs. “Fuck, I’m already so hard for you, baby. Come here,” You felt him behind you, one of his hands gripping your hip with your dress bunched around your hips. With the side of his boot, he tapped at the sides of your heels to widen your stance. “Hmm, actually,” He said, bending down to unstrap your shoes from your feet, letting go of your dress. “I need you to keep your balance.” You chuckled softly as he pulled your shoes off of your feet, tossing them aside with a thud. “Better, right? A tiny bit of relief?” He leaned in and kissed you several times on the shoulder blade before twisting the dress back around his fist and gripping your waist again. 

“Tell me what you’d like me to do to you, princess,” Austin murmured as he took his cock in his free hand, waiting for your answer as he stroked himself. 

“Fuck it,” You said out loud. “Austin, drag me to Hell. Fuck me like you hate to love me. Whatever you have to do, just have your way with me.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He lined himself up against your entrance, wasting no time with teasing. He finished his sentence, his first thrust serving as the final punctuation. “Goddamn, Y/n,” he grunted in heavy exhalation. “Didn’t think you could possibly be any more dripping wet, but I guess I was wrong. You’re so warm and tight on my cock. Do you feel me throbbing inside of you?” His fingers dug into your hips, curling tighter and tighter with each thrust. 

With both hands, he threw you backward savagely against his cock before popping you off of him, slamming you repeatedly into the rattling door. You bent at the waist, sticking your ass out towards him, allowing him to thrust up and into you with ease. You reached out to the sides of the door frame to give yourself the tiniest bit of balance. “Squeeze on my cock, baby girl. Empty my fucking cock. Let me fill you so full you'll leave a trail when we’re done here.” He fucked faster and faster and you listened as the pattern of his breathing began to shift erratically. Your tits jiggled wildly, slapping your skin and launching back into the air, filling the room with noise. 

“Austin, AUSTIN!” you spat, the room throwing your voice at every bare wall. “Oh my fucking God,” you whimpered through gritted teeth. 

“Finger yourself, baby. I want to see you fuck yourself, too.” 

You reached between your legs and fingered yourself as he worked, rolling your fingers in wide circles as he penetrated you from behind. “That’s it, touch yourself while I fuck you. I can feel your fingers, baby.” It was a struggle to keep the door from shaking violently within the frame. Your hair hung wildly about your face, sticking to your forehead and neck, pestering you more and more with each thrust. You were thankful when Austin pulled your hair into a makeshift knot with his free hand, only to find yourself ill-prepared when he yanked you backward. 

“Who am I, princess?” He growled in your ear. You could feel the heat emanate from his breath as he waited for an answer. You wouldn’t give him such quick satisfaction. You remained silent, your back awkwardly arched to his will. He backed himself almost all the way out of you before striking back into you. “I said,” he grunted, pulling your hair back further, licking a hot, wet line from the base of your ear to the start of your collarbone. 

“Who fucks you like it’s the last time every time, hmm? I don’t need any light to have every square inch of you memorized. I’d know that pretty little cunt anywhere.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “You know who owns you. You and I both know. I just want to hear you say it. Just to make my cock drip.” His voice was gruff with dominance; Austin always liked to be play the part, but tonight, he was fucked. Completely fucked-out with the thought of being buried so deep inside of you, knowing you couldn’t see him, but you could feel every inch of him. “What’s my name, Y/n?”

“Daddy.” The words came out disembodied, your voice sounding much more like a croak than anything else.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” Austin complimented you, finally releasing your hair. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“Please, Daddy,” You begged, feeling the exhaustion beginning to set in. Your entire body was caked in sweat, and you knew that Austin couldn’t look much better than you.

 “Get on your knees, baby girl. Suck my cock with your pretty little mouth. Leave lipstick where it shouldn’t be.” Your eyes had adjusted somewhat to being in the dark and you were able to make out general shapes. Austin let go of your dress and let you turn around and get on your knees. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” You found his legs and walked your hands up until you found his cock, warm and wet with your own slick. 

“So much more fun in the dark, isn’t it,” He said softly, his hands ghosting upon your shoulders as you created an o-ring around the base of his cock with your pointer finger and thumb. 

“Mmhmm. You weren’t hard to find, Daddy. But you already knew that,” you said before taking his cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and closing around him. With your free hand wrapped around his thigh, you could feel his muscles flexing as the pleasure flowed through his body.

 “Goddamn, you have the tongue of a sinner and the mouth of a saint.” His tone skipped as he pushed moans through his throat, feeling your tongue molding to the underside of his cock as he fucked into your throat. Your eyes burned with hot with tears, and you knew that your makeup was fucked by now. You’d walk out of this utility closet looking like a filthy whore, but Austin’s attention would always be more valuable than the gawking eyes of strangers. 

“I wish I could see how sloppy you look with my cock in your tiny little mouth.” You hummed your response against his cock and he groaned, arching backwards, tilting himself even deeper inside of you. “Fuck, Y/n. My fucking God.” You screwed your tongue around his cock in tight circles, stimulating every sensitive spot. “I’m not,” he said, withdrawing himself from you suddenly, “wasting my cum in your mouth.” He grounded himself in front of you before continuing. “Stand up and face me.”

You obeyed him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, wiping it on your dress. He pulled you in, feeling the fabric that still hung on you. 

“You know what, fuck this. Arms up. I need you naked.” You weren’t going to argue. You needed him to bring you back to ecstasy, leaving you lapsed within a final orgasm that would leave you seizing. You reached your hands up over your head, letting Austin tug the garment off of your body. You were left standing completely naked in front of him. “Would only be fair if I followed along,” he said, chuckling through his nose, pulling off his coat and letting it fall to the floor. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt and shuffled off his shoes before finally pulling his suit pants and underwear all the way off. 

“Much better.” He pulled you against his skin and you could immediately feel the mutual stickiness of exertion. “Back up against the door, facing me. Trust me.” You weren’t sure what would come next, but you did as he said, shuffling yourself backward, stopping when you heard the door click back and forth within the catch of the door handle. 

“Try to balance, we’re gonna try something new.” His tone sounded entertained, lilting upward at the end of the sentence. You were excited to see what could possibly come next. He approached you and soon you felt him grabbing for your left knee, raising it in the air. “Let’s take advantage of your flexibility.” His hand moved closer to your calf, raising it in the air to gain a better vantage point. Stepping in between your legs in a slight squat, he entered you again, scooping his body up into you, his cock hitting your insides in new angles that set your core ablaze, twitching and clenching desperately around his cock. 

“Fuck!” You yelped, throwing your arms forward to catch his shoulders as he held onto you.

 “I know, baby–what the fuck,” Austin said, surprising himself at the power of the position. His naked shoulders felt slippery under your touch, and the room was thick with the smell of sex. “I promised I would take you there.” His voice was stripped completely of tone. Whatever came out, sounded somewhere between a whimper, a sigh and a whisper. You’d never complain if he spoke like this forever. “You walking in wearing that slutty dress…I'll never get the image out of my head of your pretty little nipples popping straight through the silk.” You gasped when he began to tweak your nipple, pulling, folding and rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. 

You huffed clipped, gasping breaths as he fucked into you. Drips of sweat trickled down your face, landing upon the curve of your lip. Austin leaned in to kiss you, retrieving the saltiness and delivering his own back to you. When he broke the kiss, his exhalation wisped around your lips, cheeks and nostrils. Everything about him was addictive. No, he didn’t smell sweet like honey or cinnamon. He smelled and tasted like sweat and cologne – like salty, musky sex. You impressed yourself knowing that you were responsible for it. 

“Look at me,” he practically begged, his strokes becoming closer together. “It’s dark, but I’ll take what I can get. I want to know that I am all you are thinking about when you finally explode.” He lifted your leg higher, his fingers locked tightly around your calf, his other hand pulling you in from behind, his fingernails digging into your ass as his hips continued to snap into you. You lifted your gaze to find his eyes in the dark. “You’re all I ever think about, Austin.” You wanted him to know. Not the persona. 

“I’d rather be breathless with you wrapped around me than be breathless without you.” You admitted, the words came out with effort, the physical exertion taking a toll upon the rise and fall of your speech. 

“That’s the last of your worries, darling. Cum for me, baby girl. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock.” His hips stammered as he rocked into you, lengthening his stroke as he scooped his body upward into you. 

“Austin….Austin….let me—let me bend over…take me from behind again.” You didn’t usually request positions. He usually led the way, moving in whatever ways felt the most natural or exciting in the moment. 

You felt him pulling out quickly and lowering your leg, stepping back for you to move. “Bend over for me, baby.” Austin spoke in a huff, waiting for you to get comfortable. 

You did as he asked, bending at the waist and pulling your hands down to your ankles. He stepped in behind you, returning to the rhythm of his previous stroke. With the flat of his palm, he slapped your ass, letting his fingers dig into your flesh as it ricocheted against his palm. “Fuuuuuuck,” He groaned, letting his tone elongate through the word. “Almost there, baby. Almost…” He said, slamming into you. “Fucking,” another thrust, “There.” His voice sounded disembodied and exhausted. 

“Austin–Aust– you huffed, taking small steps to re-ground yourself. Your hair hung limply around your face, sticking to your neck and shoulders, your entire body covered in a layer of sticky sweat. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Touch yourself again, baby.” His hand moved down the small of your back, as he spoke, the touch so intimate and loving as he absently rubbed shapes into your skin with the meat of his thumb. “Touch yourself like I would…begging for you to release all over my fingers or tongue. Cum for me.” You widened your stance slightly as he continued to drive into you, pulling a hand upward to your pussy. You began to finger yourself in a frenzy, feeling your core begin to swell in the all-too-familiar feeling. 

“Fuck yes, Y/n. I love feeling your thighs tremble around my f- fucking c- ” He couldn’t finish his sentence, alerting you that he was closer to cumming than he led on. The moan that fell from his lips was guttural, coming out more like a growl than anything else. 

“Take it. Take it all,” He breathed, slapping your ass gruffly, throwing himself so deep, you could feel him painfully against your cervix. 

“Fucking Christ!” You shouted, ripping your free hand up to cover your mouth, realizing too late where you were. 

“Fuck yourself harder, Y/n. Now.” He was desperate for release, but he would never do it without you. Though he was dominant during sex, he wasn’t selfish–at least not in a way that would leave you cumming by yourself. He slowed his thrust long enough for you to continue to bring yourself to the edge of ecstasy. 

“Austin–” you sung the words breathlessly, begging for him to dissolve you completely into oblivion. His hands pulled forward, locking yours tightly behind your back, lifting your body upward in a true submissive position. In the deprivation of sight, you could hear his breath hitching combined with the sound of his slick thighs and groin slamming against you. You clamped yourself around him as tightly as you could manage as your body quaked against him, leaving your knees buckling. “Austin I’m gonna cum.” 

He didn’t relent, striking his cock so deep into you that your vision went white; you could feel your pulse thumping in your head as you finally released, desperately clenching yourself around him. Your core erupted, sending you falling back against Austin, his hands lifting your arms upward, his body bending and crouching to pull you up enough for him to finish. He pulled himself almost completely out of you before amassing all the strength and force to send himself crashing into you for the final time. His hands clawed at you, savagely snatching your body against him as he spilled into you, flooding you with his seed. You loved the way he destroyed you. You dissolved into him, letting all vanity sink to the floor. This was precisely the reason you came crawling back every time for him to bring you back down to earth. It was almost embarrassing. 

He held onto you with an iron grip, letting the orgasm wash over your bodies, receding in slow waves, a changing tide into calmer waters. 

He pulled himself out of you and twisted you around to face him. He pulled you in, leaning to kiss you. You closed your eyes reflexively as you waited for him. His lips tasted of salt as he parted yours. Your eyes shot open from shock as you felt the tips of his fingers smack against your pussy. You gasped into his open kiss, hearing a soft chuckle fall from his lips as a response.

“Sensitive, Princess?” 

“You’re an asshole,” you spat through gritted teeth. He pulled you up by your chin. “Now don’t be like that, sweetheart. Not when I just gave you the fuck of your life.”

He took your bottom lip between both of his teeth, leaning back and letting go before connecting with your mouth once more, sealing his words with another searing kiss. “Now, let’s figure out how in the hell to get out of here.” 

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[folkwhorerain]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Wanda Maximoff x fem reader)

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary: reader is a shy and insecure Avenger whit a crush on Wanda, but she never made the first move on the sokovian. What if, during a party, finally something happens between the two of them?

Warnings: angst, reader being insecure, language (I think?), alcohol and sexual tension (feel free to tell me if I should add more).

English is not my first language, so bare with my grammar please, lol. This is my first fanfiction ever so forgive me if it's not anything special or it is lame.

I got inspired by "Jealousy, Jealousy" by Olivia Rodrigo, so I suggest you listen to it while reading, if you want.♥️

You hated them. You hated Tony's parties.

Don't get me wrong, you enjoyed the Avengers company, but parties were definitely not your thing. You always felt... out of place.

You were fine with chatting with the team during this day when you spent some time together, but when parties where that huge like tonight's one, all you wanted to do was staying in your room.

The fact is that you can't help but compare yourself to the others. You never felt enough and you were intimated by Tony's friends and the other heroes. You were just... You. No one special with no cool superpowers, you were good at hand to hand combat and you were really smart, but that was it; you always thought that was lame. Like that wasn't enough, you were the newest recruit in the team. The Avengers all welcomed you well and you grew attached to all of them, especially Natasha, but still, you didn't feel like that was enough for you to be considered "the cool Avenger", and you were still private about your feelings and emotions; when something was wrong the only answer that you had when they asked you what bothered you was "it's nothing". But it wasn't nothing. You felt an outsider in the team, you felt like you weren't enough for them and the worst part is that you knew it was all in your head, but you couldn't help it.

The first person that always comes to your mind when you think of someone cool is Wanda. Her powers affascinates you and you loved her determination. You can't say you two are close, but she always treated you well and she respected your boundaries, that's why now you have a crush on her and that's part of the reason you didn't want to go to the party. Seeing her well dressed while smiling to people who weren't you and while Vision was trying to get her attention would only make it worse.

You considered staying in your room while scrolling your social media, not having any strength to get up and get ready, especially when you were still in your bathrobe and your thoughts were only about a certain witch. However you knew Natasha would've dragged you out of the room if you wouldn't come so, after a few curses and annoyed groans, you threw your phone on the pillow and started to get dressed.

You didn't want to get the attention to you, people would start a conversation and tonight you weren't into it at all, so you opted for a green skirt and a black, cropped sweater and a little bit of makeup. Nothing more.

I'm already so sick of this bullshit, you thought to yourself, then you took a deep breath and went downstairs.

–

As you expected, the biggest room of the Stark Tower was filled with people you didn't know, but you were sure they were mostly Tony's friends.

They were all so confident with their drinks in hands, perfect combed hair and fancy dresses worth millions of dollars.

You weren't nothing like these people: you didn't get why people would spend millions for pieces of cloth. It was a waste of money, but how you wished you saw it differently, maybe you would be one of these apparently happy people with a lot of friends, and not the weirdo of the group with a lack of confidence so evident you couldn't even enjoy a relaxing event.

A few tears tried to escape your eyes, but you wouldn't let them. Steve was watching you and, from the look he was giving you, he already sensed something was off with you; so you did what was best and faked a smile, which he returned gladly before he went back to his conversation with Bucky.

You felt like a creep standing in the corner of the room doing nothing, so you started looking around searching for Nat. After a few second you saw her talking, or better, flirting with Bruce at the bar while she had a Martini on her hand.

You frowned sympathetically. Cute. He really likes her a lot, you thought seeing Bruce embarrassed and intimidated by the widow.

Suddenly a waiter asked you if you wanted a glass of wine and you accepted, maybe a little alcohol would help you get through this more easily. You took a sip and enjoyed the feeling of the wine in your throat.

“This is ridiculous.” you whispered.

“What is ridiculous?” you heard someone ask you.

You turned to see who it was and that's when you saw her: Wanda was smiling at you with a curious expression on her face.

You blinked a few times, amazed by the girl in front of you: she was wearing a short, black dress, and her ginger hair was loose on her shoulders. She decided to put on a little bit of makeup and a red lipstick. Not like her typical style, but you liked her anyway. She was always so beautiful.

You shook your head, realizing she was waiting for an answer. "Uhm, parties, I guess.” She nodded. “I mean, Tony's events are always too exaggerated.” you added before biting your lips, clearly embarrassed.

“I know how you feel.” Wanda agreed. “I always have to try so hard to fit in during things like these.” She chuckled while looking around the room.

“Well, at least you're trying.” You said before giving her a dry laugh, looking down at your glass.

The ginger tilted her head sympathetically. “Well, maybe that's the problem.”

You frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... trying too hard is the problem.” She explained. “If you feel like you have to try so hard it becomes unbearable, maybe that means that the thing you're doing is not good for you.” She added before biting the inside of her cheek.

You simply hummed in agreement and took another sip of wine, too intimated by her beauty.

Don't think something awkward. She can read minds. Don't think how beautiful she is- shit. Stop thinking.

“If you'll excuse me, Vision is looking for me.” She said with a smirk on her face before leaving you alone again.

You watched her walk away, analizing her every move. God, how you wanted her to be yours. She was not, of course. Why would she be with someone like you? She could have Vision and every other man in this room, so why would she choose a girl like you? Speaking of the devil, Vision approached her with a few guys and she gave him her brightest smile.

You watched all the interaction, still in the corner of the room.

He was so confident with his perfect posture and his good manners. He would be the best for her. He's the kind of man, or synthezoid, or whatever, that could always reassure her and find the perfect words to make her feel better. He would try and cheer her up and find the better jokes to tell, just like he's probably doing right now. In fact the sokovian was laughing at something he said and her beautiful laugh echoed through the room.

You felt jealousy rush through your veins.

“I wanna be him so bad!”

All the people in the room turned to look at you with puzzled expression.

Your eyes went wide when you realized you practically yelled what you wanted was just a thought so, without a second thought, you rushed out of the party and went straight to your room.

You slammed the door and let the tears escape. You took off your make up and headed straight to bed, overthinking what just happened, screaming in your pillow.

I always ruin everything!

You didn't expect you would've said that out loud and right now you didn't expect to hear someone to knock on your door. You didn't answer, though, you kept your head buried in the pillow. It was probably Natasha who wanted to talk about what happened and you definitely weren't going to say a word.

The door opened anyway and you groaned in annoyance.

“Listen, Nat-” You started to say but stopped immediately when you saw it wasn't the russian spy, but Wanda.

“Hi.” She greeted you with a shy smile. “May I sit?” She asked pointing the bed.

You composed yourself and nodded shyly. “Yeah.”

Wanda gave you a swift smile and sat next to you, crossing her legs on the bed. Your breath itched when you felt your knees touching. You two have never been this close and the situation was making you nervous, thing that didn't go unnoticed by Wanda considering the fact that you were playing with the ring on your index finger.

You never noticed but Wanda knows you very well. She knows your moves, the way you play with your hands when you're nervous, the way your eyes shine when you talk about your interests or the way you are quieter than usual when you're sad.

The truth is that Wanda liked you very much and she knew you liked her too. She didn't want to tell you 'cause she wanted you to take courage and say it first and, to be fully honest, she was scared. What if your crush was temporary and you would eventually get bored? What if she loses you just like she lost her parents and Pietro? She would never, ever accept it.

“So... Why did you run away?” She asked like it wasn't obvious you just yelled in front of everyone.

“Are you seriously asking, Wanda?” You snapped before you could stop yourself.

She looked at you with sad eyes before looking down at her hands. “Sorry…”

“No, no... Don't apologize.” You whispered. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have… God, I'm pathetic.”

You threw your head in your hands and sighed. I'm so sick of myself!

“Why are you sick of yourself?” The sokovian asked you before placing a hand on your knee.

You looked at the hand and then at her.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have read your mind, but sometimes your thoughts are really loud.” she chuckled, starting to rub her thumb on your knee. You were speechless, all this interaction was making you crazy. You craved more of her touch and now, more than ever, you wanted to kiss her. However you pushed those feelings aways and started to open up to avoid thinking about something inappropriate. “I'm just… me. I mean, I'm not special.”

“Why do you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow, her hand never leaving your skin.

You took a deep breath. “Wanda, come on! Tony's friends are so cool, he's loved by everyone, Natasha is a badass russian spy, you have these amazing superpower. Thor is literally a God, for fuck's sake!”

“You compare yourself to the others too much. It's not healthy, Y/N.” She sweetly stated wiping away a tear from you cheek.

You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying her touch, but then you came back to reality. “I know, but I can't help it. The others seem to be so confident and happy, and all the girls at the party... Fuck, they're so pretty-”

"Beauty is not your lack.” She interrupted you smirking, her hand still on your cheek.

“I- I just wish I was them... I wish I had the courage Vision has.” You admitted, looking down.

“Why him?” The ginger asked placing two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at her in those piercing green eyes.

“Because I'm so jealous he gets all your attentions and I don't just because I'm too insecure.” You said it in a whisper, almost inaudible, but Wanda heard you and you knew judging by the smile on her face.

“You want my attentions?” She asked leaning in.

Her face was so close to yours that it was hard to breathe. You could smell her perfume and that alone was making you want her more. You had the urge to kiss her and touch her and taste her, but right now Wanda was waiting for a response so you simply nodded, not trusting your voice.

“You already have them.” She admitted, making you frown in confusion. “There might be a hundred people in the room, but I would always notice you and only you, Y/n.” You were speechless, partly because of her confession, partly because she was so damn close to your face it made your heart race fast, and before you could realise, she kissed you.

Her lips were so soft against yours and her hands were in the right places. However, after a few moments, you realized you froze and didn't reproached the kiss. Wanda broke the kiss, a disappointed look on her face.

“I'm sorry, I thought you liked me t-”

Before she could finish her sentence, you kissed her. You kissed her with so much confidence it surprised both you and Wanda.

Your right hand was on her neck and the other was on her waist, pulling her close.

You felt her smirk on the kiss and the hand that before was on your knee now was up your thigh.

“God, this skirt was making me crazy the whole night.” She breathed out, making the hand go higher and higher where you needed it the most.

Before you could realize you still had your party outfit on, Wanda started caressing slowly your inner thigh, making you gasp. Hearing the affect she had on you, the ginger bite your lobe before whispering something that made you shiver.

“Let me show you all the attentions I have for you, babygirl.”

alright, that was it. I know it's not good, but I had this idea the other night and I just had to write it.

Feedback is appreciated. <3

[astras-world]

Rich kid! Peter Stark Au

Warning: Smut, swearing, jewelry fetish (?), dom! Peter parker slight bdsm (bondage) orgasm denial, over stimulation, bullying

Requested: No. Please do send in requests.

Pairing: Peter Stark x Reader

Summary: Peter gets fed up with the bullying then reveals a fantasy.

(Also why is this scene so hot? Like??? It's illegal to look hot that much okay Tom?)

Peter would never be one to show off his wealth, he was humble, a trait his father was proud of yet confused by.

All his life Peter had every thing he could ever want and need and Tony made sure he was well loved as well and yet Peter didn't like showing off or even making it known that he was rich but there would be times when Tony knew the Kid felt a little more confident than other days it usually happens when something good happens like when the two of you started dating, the next day Peter wore a limited editon Gucci jacket he was aware of the stares and he loved it.

Peter usually doesn't splurge but whenever he gets the chance to give you something he would always go all out.

His first gift to you was 3 months after you started dating, he'd gotten you a diamond ring and you stared at him in shock

'Peter, I love you with all my heart but I really don't think we're ready for that" you say nervously

"What?" He looks at you confused then looks at the ring again and realization dawns on his face and he laughs

"oh baby, I'm not proposing" he chuckles slipping the ring on your ring finger

"Not yet at least. This is a promise ring" He smiles at you.

"A promise ring? Peter this must have cost you millions how much even is this?" you were scared to even find out the numbers behind the expensive ring sitting on your finger

"Babe, don't worry about it, this is nothing. I only want the best for my girl." He smiles at you and as much as you want to melt right there you were still concerned about him spending so much money on you.

"Baby, really it's no problem, please just accept it?"

After that the gifts seem to only go up in price from dresses to shoes and bags and the only time he gave you a gift that was below thousands of dollars was a photo album that he put together of his favorite pictures of you since he loved to take pictures and he made a scrapbook out of it and gifted it to you on your birthday.

Today was one of the days when Peter felt a little confident, you knew because he used his favorite Balenciaga shoes and you can smell his favorite Valentino fragrance on him. He greeted you with a kiss as he walked up to you a smile never leaving his face

"Well hello sunshine, what's got you in such a good mood?" You greeted smiling widely at him

"Nothing, I just finally finished the project I was working on down at the lab" He answers smiling even wider than earlier

He always felt a little more confident whenever he finishes a project, he feels accomplished and thus trigger his 'Stark!' side.

"Well congratulations, tiger. I'm very happy for you." you said smiling brightly at him

He takes your hand in his and your knuckles before walking you to your class. He waves as you go in and heads to his class

You meet again later at lunch where you eat with him, ned and mj at your usual spot. You were all discussing plans of going to Peter's place for a movie night in the coming weekend when Flash walks up to your table

"Sup Penis?" He says with a smirk

"What do you want, Flash?" Peter replies flatly

"Well I just wanted to say hello to lovely (y/n) over here" He says eyeing you.

"Well you've said it, can you go now?" You ask sharply

"No need to get riled up princess, hey give me a call when Penis over here can't satisfy you anymore" He says teasingly

"No thanks, I'm sure a chipmunk could satisfy me better that you can ever satisfy any girl on this planet' You smiled fakely

"What the fuck did you sa-" Flash grabs your arm and Peter immediately grabs his arm and twists it

"Grab my girl again and you won't have an arm next time" Peter says darkly

"Whatever, Penis. Everybody knows your 'Balenciaga' shoes are fake anyway." Flash pulls his arm away and huffs in irritaion

"You mean like all your 'designer clothes?" Peter fires back quickly. "impressive though maybe next time cut off the tag that says poshmark, yeah?" He says with a hint of amusement

Flash gets flustered by the remark and stomps away.

"God, when will he ever leave us alone?" you say rolling your eyes.

You continue the rest of the day without any more interruptions but Peter seems a little off ever since the encounter in the cafeteria so you when you get to his place like you usually do you decide to drag him up his room and confront him

"okay what's up?" you ask as you lock the door to his room and sit down next to him on his bed

"it's nothing babe, just tired" he smiles a forced smile at you and he knew you weren't convinced.

"Peter? Honest answer?" You ask once again raising your eyebrows at him

"I just... thought about what Flash said earlier." he admits

"Which one?" you ask

"The one where I uhm- don't satisfy you" He answers slowly and his face flushed of embarrassment his eyes not meeting yours as he was obviously shy about the subject.

Peter was always shy around talking about sex but he listened to what you said you liked and tried to implement it to your sex life as much as he could, he never really told you any fantasies or fetishes and kinks. He was incredibly shy when during your first time but he was amazing.

"Aw baby," you laugh at him amused making his face flushed more "you've done nothing but satisfy me both on and off the bed, okay? You always do." you say sincerely cupping his face with your hand and making him look up at you.

"What I'm more worried about is if I'm satisfying you" you say

"What? Of course you do, baby." He says looking up at you confused

"Well you never really tell me what you like, what turns you on and such" you say shrugging

"Well, you turn me on baby, everything you do turns me on" He says holding your face and swiping gently on your cheek.

"So no fetishes, kinks, fantasies?" you ask

"Well.." he leads on

"so there is! Mr. Peter Stark has a kink!" you chuckle throwing your hands up in success "What is it babe?" you ask smiling

"it's weird really, it's fine if we don't do it, it's okay, we don't have to" Peter rambles.

"Baby, it's fine. tell me please?" you say pouting.

"fine its uh- umh- it's more of a fantasy I guess?" he stutters as he starts and you hum telling him to continue

"uhm I wanna fuck you while you're wearing diamonds and heels and nothing else." he says shyly expecting you to reject the idea

This shocks you a bit but then you remember all the times he's given you diamond accessories and how happy he was but also nervous when you wear them, it turned him on seeing you wear expensive things he buys you.

"uhm- well I don't exactly have your gifts on me right now?" you say still a little shocked.

"wait, your want to do it?" he asks surprised

"well yeah, it actually sounds really hot amd I'd love to do it with you but i don't have your gifts on me right now." you say

"uhm- well there's an uhm box in my closet filled with those kind of things if you really want?" he says nervously, your breath hitches

"you keep a box full of diamonds in case i agree with your fantasy?" you ask

"Well, kinda? I was planning on giving you those things anyway but uhm you found out" he says swallowing nervously.

"okay, let me get changed and-" you start but Peter cuts you off, "actually uhm, can I- can I do it?" Peter asks shyly a tone of hopefulness in his voice

"do what?" you ask confused

"Can I uhm- put it on you?" he requests his face heating up and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks

"okay babe, do what you want with me" you say smiling and stand up.

Peter starts to undress you as soon as he hears your approval his hands fumbling with your shirt, you lift your hands to let him take it off revealing your belly button peircing. Next was your pants, he unbuttones your jeans and slides the zipper down he slips it off your body leaving your underwear, he takes off your bra next leaving you practically naked. He steps back and stares at you

"you look beautiful baby." he leans in and kisses you on the lips "I'll get the things go sit on the bed" he says and goes to his walk in closet,

he's gone for a couple of minutes before returning with a big box he opens it and everything sparkles in your eyes. Every piece looks amazingly beautiful and crazy expensive. He reaches for the shoes first.

He kneels in front of you and slips the heels on your feet leaving kisses as he does next he pulled out two thick diamond bracelets and clasps it around both of your wrists followed by several thin diamond rings slipping them through your fingers he kisses the back of your hand after. He pulls out a thick diamond chocker and kisses your neck before clasping it around your neck and then the final piece is a diamond chain bra, it covers nothing but it's surprisingly more comfortable than you thought it would be.

He steps back to look at his handy work he gulps visibly "fuck baby girl, you look better than I thought you would." he says breathless

You feel shy all of a sudden, you weren't used to having billions of dollars in your body but you certainly loved Peter's reaction to it.

"Go lie down baby girl" Peter instructs and you comply you lie down flatly in the bed looking at the mirror on the top of his bedroom and you see how sexy you look with all of Peter's jewels on and you gasp slightly at the sight.

Peter notices your reaction. "You look perfect don't you, baby?" you look back at him and he's putting on his web shooters "Why are you wearing those? You asked him confused

"you'll find out soon, love" he smiles gently at you. "Karen, do not disturb protocol, please" He orderes to the AI

"Do not disturb protocol enabled." Karen replies

Peter walks up to you and lies on top of you using his arms to lift him up away from your face so he doesn't crush you. He then kisses you hungrily you kiss him back with the same force, one of his hands go down between you two and plays with your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

You gasp lightly at the contact. He stops kissing you and put your hands up above your head and shoots webs making your hand stick to the head board

"As much as I love your hands, I wanna be in control tonight love" He says lust clear in his eyes, be takes off your underwear and he kisses you again an continues to play with you clit

"So wet, love" Peter comments pulling away from your lips

"All for you" you sigh as the pressure inside you builds up as he plays with you. He pulls away from your lips and licks one thing of your nipples that were sticking out from the bra, he pushes a single digit inside you and you arch your back in pleasure

"Baby please," you whine wanting more than his fingers. "Be patient, love" He replies pushing another digit in and curling his fingers in a 'come here' motion you gasp in delight as he finger fucks you and you feel yourself so close to your orgasm

"Baby, I'm close fuck" you pant and he pulls his fingers out in an instant "Peter, what?" you asked him in outrage, Peter never denied you of your orgasm cause he loves the face you make when you do. He stands up and slips a sleeping mask over your eyes and slips your underwear back on.

He simply smiles at you and stands up "I think that's enough for now, baby" he says walking towards his bathroom

"What?? Peter you can't be serious? At least get me out of here! I swear to god Peter Stark if you leave me like this you're not allowed to touch me for the rest of the year!" you shout at him as he enters the bathroom

He looks back at you and smiles "I'll take my chances, love" he winks and closes the door. You let out a frustrated growl cause you can't even touch yourself and as much as you pull at your wrist, the web won't come off.

You silently curse Peter in your head while glaring at the bathroom door when you suddenly feel vibrations coming from your underwear then you hear the shower start to run.

"Peter Stark, you little shit" you mutter unbelievably. You feel the intensity increasing and you can't help but whimper helplessly.

Within minutes you're trembling from the violent orgasm that hit you and you had an inkling feeling that it wouldn't be you're last

By the time that you heard Peter got out of the bathroom you were a whimpering mess after your third orgasm tears were streaming down your face

"Peter, please" you begged. Peter lifted the sleeping mask off your face and immediately an apoligetic look us written all over his face "shh baby, I got you. I'm sorry, love." He apologized over and over as he slipped the underwear off you and desolved the web in your arms

"I'm sorry baby," he says holding you close to him "I took it too far, I'm sorry, baby" he whispered

"hey, it's okay, Peter. I like this side of you" You explain your voice soft

"but I took it too far" He whispers in your ear

"I could've asked you to stop it, I liked it, Peter. But I'd like it better if you'd fuck me." you say against his neck

"you sure, babe?" He asked, a concerned look on his face

"Please, Peter. I need to feel you inside me" you beg quietly

And just like that a fire sparked in his eyes spreading your legs apart and before you could process it, Peter is thrusting himself inside you. You moan out loud and arch your back from the sudden pleasure spreading throughout your body, you hear him silently curse and he began slowly thrusting in and out of you

The slow pace was familiar to the both of you and while you usually didn't mind it you need more of him

"Faster, Peter" you whimper between moans. Peter obeyed your requests and quickened the pace, your head hitting against his headboard and left you a moaning mess, scratching his back.

One of his hands went to your clit, increasing the pleasure you've been feeling nearly sending you over the edge

"Fuck Peter, I'm coming" you moan "Hold it for me, baby" he says breathlessly his thrusts becoming sloppy

"Baby, please I need to cum, please let me cum" you whine against his skin "wait for me baby" he commands softly continuing to drive you insane till he feels himself coming close

"okay, love cum for me" as if on queue, you tremble against him as he thrusts into you riding out your high and he comes inside you filling you to the brim.

He lies down panting beside you, holding you close to him and kissing your forehead.

"Thank you, baby." he mutters against your head. You look up to him confusion on your face "What for, bub?" you ask him

"For letting me do this with you." he kisses you in the lips. You hum in approval

"it's nothing, baby. I enjoyed it. Didn't know you had this side of you though" you chuckle against his lips and sending him a wink

"Well I couldn't let you have all the fun, now can I princess?" He laughs.

"Fair point" you smile to him

"Let me take care of you, princess he says standing up and removing the jewelry from your body and picking you up towards the bathroom.

Safe to say that wasn't the last time that you saw that side of Peter Stark

[d-noona]

MAKE OVER

Chapter 7: Fairy God Mommy

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

After that nothing could have made Hyeonji happy, not even when Mrs. Jung returned with her still apologetic mother in tow. Amazingly, Zil was thrilled by the idea of becoming Mrs Jung's cleaner, then estatic when Hoseok explained his refinancing offer.

"Isn't that wonderful news Hyeonji?" Her mother exclaimed. "Now we wont have to have a stranger in the house. And you'll have money for yourself for a change."

Hyeonji smiled and said yes, it was wonderful. She smiled all through lunch and laughed when the four of them moved Mrs Jung's living room furniture to new spots, then have to move everything back again to their original places when the end result did not please Mrs Jung's creative eye.

No one would have guessed how wretched Hyeonji felt. She was a past master at hiding her feelings, especially around Hoseok. But her heart grew heavier as the hours passed. By afternoon tea, she was exhausted with the emotional strain of pretending to be bright and breezy when inside she was shattered. Hoseok's getting back with Tinashe the following Sunday was the final straw.

His eagerness for their reconciliation had been palpable, his body language reeking of sexual frustration as he'd spoken of his time away from Tinashe. He could not wait to jump back into bed with her. Hyeonji could no longer fool herself. Any attention he'd been giving her had been the result of his boredom, not because of any suddenly selfless maturity.

"You won't forget about the refinancing," she reminded him stiffly when it came time for them to leave.

"Not at all. In fact, your mom is going to provide me the relevant papers this very afternoon. I'll collect them shortly, Zil, and have Sejin get onto it first thing this week, then I'll bring up whatever needs to be signed next Saturday." As Hoseok elaborates what he plans to have his secretary do.

"You coming home next Saturday, are you?" Hyeonji asked with a weary resignation. Normally, the thought of Hobi being around thrilled her to pieces. Now there was no pleasure in the news, only the cynical thought that of course he was coming home. Had nothing better to do till Sunday, did he?

"Yes, I've been invited to speak at a local business awards dinner on Saturday night. I'm also presenting the prizes" he says.

"How nice." Hyeonji answers blandly.

"Why don't you take Hyeonji, Hoseok?" His mother suggested. "The invitation says "and partner"."

Hoseok's instant frown was enough to turn Hyeonji off the idea, despite her stupid heart giving one last feeble leap. His eyes turned her way then travelled slowly over her. She could actually see his brain ticking away. Dear old Hyeonji doesn't look half bad now. She wouldn't be an embarrassment to take, not like she would have been a week ago.

"Would you like to go?" He asked her. "It's a black tie, so you'll need a dinner dress."

Hyeonji steeled herself to do the one thing she'd thought she would never do. Reject the man she loved. "Thank you Hobi," she said with superb indifference, "but I have other plans for next Saturday night."

His brown eyes instantly clouded a small stab of triumph lifted her spirits momentarily., quickly followed by a much stab of despair. Tears threatened and she just had to get out of there. Panic had her glancing around for her mother. "Ready to go home Mum?" She asked, determined to keep up the false gaiety to the bitter end. "I have quite a bit to do before the working week starts tomorrow."

"My working week starts tomorrow too, doesn't it Mrs Jung?" Zil returned happily.

"Indeed it does."

"Thank you so much," Zil went on, clasping her neighbor's hands with her own with rather touching gratitude. "For lunch. And...and everything."

Mrs Jung smiled and patted Zil's hands. "It's I who's grateful. I've found myself a wonderful cleaner and a new friend as well. See you in the morning Mrs Kang."

"And I'll be seeing you later Mrs Kang!" Hoseok called out as Hyeonji shepherded her mother out of the house. "To get those papers."

"What nice people they are," Zil said on the short way home. "And wasn't it kind of Hoseok to help us out with that money business?"

"Yes, it was." Hyeonji admitted, but tight-lipped.

A silence descended between the two women as they made their way inside, but Hyeonji could feel her mother watching her.

"Why didn't you say yes when Hoseok asked you to go out with him?" Zil asked once they were safely alone in the kitchen. "It...it wasn't because of what I said earlier, was it? About not being...well...pretty enough for him? Because that's not true, Hyeonji. You're plenty pretty enough. And he really likes you. I can see that now. He could hardly take his eyes off you all over lunch, and then later he..."

"Oh Mum, please," Hyeonji begged. "You don't have to lie. You were right the first time."

"No, darling. I wasn't. I was wrong. Very wrong. And I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself. I was feeling sorry for myself, and I was afraid. Yes, afraid." She repeated when Hyeonji's eyes widened. "Afraid some man would snap you up, looking as you do now, and I'd be left all alone in this world."

"But today opened my eyes there's Mrs Jung, a widow like myself, but she doesn't sit around feeling sorry for herself. Besides her writing, she plays golf and bingo and bridge. And she doesn't tie that boy of hers to her apron-strings, either. I can see its up to me to make something of my life for myself. I know becoming a cleaner isnt much but at least I'm good at it, and it's a start. I might even go to that hair dresser of yours with some of my cleaning money and become a blonde!"

"Oh Mum!" Hyeonji exclaimed, a burst of very real joy dragging her heart back out of the doldrums. "You've no idea how happy you made me, hearing you say that."

"Do you forgive me for saying those awful things to you, my dear? I didn't mean them, you know."

Hyeonji couldnt help but relent. "Of course, I forgive you," she said gently. "I love you Mom."

"Oh Hyeonji," her mother crude, and threw her arms around her daughter.

Unfortunately , it was not the best of time for Hyeonji to be hugged. Her mother's display of affection tipped her over the edge on which she'd been balancing for several hours., splintering the brittle control which she'd been holding in her misery. Her shoulders began to shake as sobs racked her whole body. "Oh my daughter," her mother groaned, and hugged her even more tightly. "Dont cry, darling. Please dont cry. Oh, you make me feel terrible. If only I hadn't said those awful things, you would have probably gone out with Hoseok when he asked you. It's my fault!"

"No, it isn't," Hyeonji sniffled when she at last pulled out of her mother's arms. "Hoseok only asked me out because Tinashe's trying to prove some point or other and she's refused to have anything to do with him for a month. But come next Sunday they'll be back together again, as thick as thieves. Who knows? If she plays her cards right he might even ask her to marry him."

"What rubbish!" Her mother pronounced firmly, startling Hyeonji. "Hoseok is not in love with that flashy bit of goods. No man in love with one girl looks at another girl as he looked at you today."

Hyeonji was dumbfounded. "But I...I didn't notice him looking at me in a special way..."

"Then you're as blind as he is, my girl. You made a big mistake refusing to go out with him next Saturday night. Now listen here; when he comes over to pick up those papers, you tell him you've changed your mind and you'd like to go after all."

"But...but..." Hyeonji stammered.

"NO buts. You said he's not getting back with that Tinashe till Sunday. Make the most of what time you have!" Zil pushed Hyeonji with both her arms on her waist.

"I was just going to say I don't have anything to wear," Hyeonji smiled weakly.

"Well, that's easily fixed."

"How? Hoseok's accountant can't get us anymore money immediately. And I'm not taking the cleaning money you earn, Mom. No way. One hundred dollars wouldnt be nearly enough anyway," she added with a sad sigh. "A dinner dress, complete with shoes and bag doesn't come cheap these days."

"Would five hundred dollars do?"

"Five hundred! But where?... I mean..." Hyeonji surprised at her mother.

Zil smiled her pleasure at her daughter's surprise. "You're not the only one who has rainy-day money stashed away, my girl. Come this way."

Hyeonji followed, fascinated, while her mother led her upstairs and into the master bedroom where she proceeded to lift up the mattress and draw out a battered brown paper envelope. She opened the flap and tipped the contents out onto the patchwork quilt. Notes of all sizes fluttered down, mostly fives, tens and twenties.

"I used to hide this is an empty washing powder box in the laundry when your father was alive. But now its safe enough out here. I know there's at least five hundred dollars, maybe more." She gathered the money up and pressed them into Hyeonji's hands. "I want you to buy yourself a dress which will knock Hoseok's eyes out!"

Hyeonji hated the wild rush of elation ehich flooded her heart, for she feared she was setting herself up for a disaster of monumental proportions. No matter what her mother said and no matter what dress she brought, how could she seriously compete with Tinashe? It was like comparing a nice little house wine with a top brand french champagne. Tinashe's extravagant self fizzed sparkled. She was special-occassion lady whereas she, was the common, everyday, value for money variety.

When Hoseok looked at her he only ever saw a familiar face. And everyone knew what familiarity bred. Contempt. Never chemistry.

Or was that how he'd seen her in the past? Dared she hoped that her new look had evoked a new appreciation? Hyeonji had told the truth when she'd said she hadn't notice Hoseok looking at her differently today. But after his news about Tinashe she'd been too upset to notice anything, and had avoided Hoseok's eyes as much as possible.

Could her mother's observations possibly be correct, or was she just trying to make her daughter feel better? She'd been guilty over her earlier less than generous remarks. Hyeonji didn't want to keep her hopes up. And yet, something was stirring within her soul. Something she'd never felt before. Something rather wicked.

Tinashe had called her a sly piece. Maybe she was right, Hyeonji thought with a steeling of her spirit. Because I am not going to go quietly, Tinashe, darling. Neither am I going to let you have Hoseok back without a fight. Come Saturday night, I'm going to use every female trick in the book.

The trouble was...she hadn't read that particular book yet. She would have to depend on her feminine instinct. The front doorbell ringing startled both of them. "That'll be Hoseok," Zil said urgently. "Now drop that money and go down and talk to him while I get those papers he wants. Tell him you've changed your mind about Saturday night, and ask him what time he wants you ready by. Be cool, though. Not overly eager."

Hyeonji shocked at her mother "Mum, you sneaky thing!"

"Well there is no point in being easy. Any girl who looks as good as you do can pkay a little hard to get. Besides, men never want what they think they can have, gratis. They like a bit of a challenge."

Hyeonji went down stairs shaking her head. Who would have believed that within her own shy reserved mother lurked the makings of a femme fatale? Heaven knew what would happen if the Kang widow became a blonde!

Hyeonji summoned up a pleasant smile to answer the door, resolving to watch this time for any sign that Hoseok looked at her differently in any way.

"Hello there again," she said. "Mum wont be a minute with those papers. Look, about next Saturday night Hobi, that was rude of me to dismiss your very nice invitation out of hand. I know what its like to go to these things alone..."

She didn't actually, because she's never been to an awards dinner. But Hyeonji had never lacked imagination. Just think of all those times Hosoek had made lover to her in her mind. Unfortunately, she began thinking of one those times right at this moment. It was her favorite scenario where Hoseok was concerned. He would bring her home to this door after a serious date and there would be much kissing and panting on the front porch. When she finally unlocked the door, he would push her inside, then scoop her up into his arms and carry her upstairs to her room where a three-foot bed was no barrier to true love.

Her mouth dried as she thought of their naked bodies blended tightly, writhing together. Her brown eyes glittered as they began unconsciously to rove over the object of her desire. Before they reach his waist, Hyeonji swallowed then cleared her throat. "Er...could I possibly change my mind and say yes?"

He stiffened. He actually stiffened. Why?

"Is there a problem with that?" She asked airily, even while her heart was thudding. He stood there frowning at her. The atmosphere on that doorstep was suddenly charged with a quite alien tension. Hyeonji didnt know what to make of it except that she found herself holding her breath.

"Hobi?" She choked out.

He seemed to have to shake himself to answer her. "No." He muttered. "No problem. I'll look forward to it."

Hyeonji had to be careful not to let all her breath out of her lungs in a rush. "Fine," she said with a small smile. "Well, where is this dinner and what time should I be ready?"

"Its being held down at the League's Club, in the Admiral's Quarters. The dinner starts at eight. Pre-drinks at seven thirty. I'll pick you up at...say...seven?"

Hyeonji nodded "I'll be ready. And thanks again for helping us with the finance business."

"My pleasure." He answered.

But it didn't look as if it was his pleasure. Not at all. He hadn't smiled once since she'd opened the door. Hyeonji could not make head or tail of his mood, except that it was obvious he had mixed feelings about taking her to that dinner.

She prayed his reluctance was because he'd begun to feel things for her which he found confusing, and not because Tinashe might get jealous if she ever found out. Her mother's arrival at that point steered the conversation to a less stressful grounds. Hoseok left a couple of minutes later and as Zil closed the front door she threw Hyeonji a questioning glance. "Well? What happened? You both seemed tense when I came down."

Hyeonji shrugged. "I don't really know. I told him I changed my mind about the dinner, and he agreed to take me, but not with great enthusiasm. To be honest, I think it worried the heck out of him."

"Well that's better than indifference, Hyeonji."

Nodding her head Hyeonji agreed "That's what I was thinking."

Zil patted her daughter's back "Only time will tell."

Chapter 08

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